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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Josef K,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.