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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 synthesizer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
The Martian,
MDC,
X-102,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Roxy Music,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.