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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.