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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Move,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.