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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Theoretical Girls,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.