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 Portugal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Joe Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Faraquet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.