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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Roxette,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
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Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
The New Christs,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.