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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Alison Limerick to the grime 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.