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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
T. Rex,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.