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 Cuba and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Nico,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.