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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the rap 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pagans,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.