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 Maldives and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
Easy Going,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.