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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.