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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Index,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Joy Division,
Los Fastidios,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.