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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Move,
Quantec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fall,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.