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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 New Order to the disco 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alphaville,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Technova,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.