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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
Hot Snakes,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.