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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
The Selecter,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.