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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Brick to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Crime,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.