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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Eve St. Jones,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
June of 44,
Gong,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Nas,
China Crisis,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.