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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
OOIOO,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.