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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 cv313 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Slave,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.