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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra,
Lyres,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Five Americans,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.