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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.