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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Visage,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Suicide,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
MDC,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.