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 Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.