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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.