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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.