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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Michelle Simonal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Clear Light,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Index,
New Order,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.