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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Morten Harket,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.