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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.