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 Mexico and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Angry Samoans,
Scan 7,
Gong,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.