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 India and from Stockholm.
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 Bremen.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Residents,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.