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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Au Pairs,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Nico,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Moebius,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.