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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
a-ha,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Grauzone,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.