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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.