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 Antigua and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Gong,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.