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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
June Days,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Camberwell Now,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Black Pus,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.