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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.