Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
The Cure,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.