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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Jandek to the rap 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kayak,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erasure,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.