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 Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Japan,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.