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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Scion to the techno 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Kayak,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.