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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warren Ellis to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Surgeon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Monks,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.