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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
Cluster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.