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 Liberia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.