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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Livin' Joy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.