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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Kenny Larkin,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.