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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Deakin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Technova,
DNA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.