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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
UT,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.