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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Eurythmics,
Morten Harket,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Rapeman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
F. McDonald,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.