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 Slovakia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Morten Harket,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.