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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dead C to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.