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 Greece and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Arab on Radar,
Monks,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Rekid,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Flipper,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.