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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Morten Harket,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.