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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Television,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
kango's stein massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.