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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Sugar Minott to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.