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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Godley & Creme,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Gong,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.