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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Mars,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cure,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.