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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
World's Most,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.