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 Libya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.