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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.