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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.