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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
Franke,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.