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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.