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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.