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 Singapore and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Slave,
Skriet,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.