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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Star Department,
The Offenders,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Magma,
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.