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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Sparks to the dance 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Model 500,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.