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 Madagascar and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
New Order,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Supertramp,
Nico,
the Association,
Cameo,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
UT,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.