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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.