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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Animal Collective to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Radiohead,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.