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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Accadde A,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
The Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.