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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.