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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 The Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Blossom Toes,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visage,
Donald Byrd,
Bad Manners,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.