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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Visage,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
the Association,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.