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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.