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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.