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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
Make Up,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
CMW,
Nirvana,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.