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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
Brick,
AZ,
Urselle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.