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 Singapore and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Roxette,
Q65,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.