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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Harmonia,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kenny Larkin,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Heaven 17,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Magazine,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.