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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oneida to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.