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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Sam Rivers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
Au Pairs,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Trojans,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.