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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Sandy B to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.