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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
X-102,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Duran Duran,
The Blues Magoos,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.