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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.