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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.