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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Rakim,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Tom Boy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crime,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Pylon,
Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
The Smiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.