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 Ecuador and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Terry Callier,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.