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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Mr. Review to the dance 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.