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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.