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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slick Rick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Pole,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
The Raincoats,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.