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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Excepter,
Ituana,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Interpol,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.