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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Reuben Wilson,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.