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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Scion to the grunge 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Erykah Badu,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.