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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Moody Blues,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.