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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
cv313,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.