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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Cybotron,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Pole,
Warsaw,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.