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 Monaco and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Scan 7,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Sixth Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.