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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Drexciya,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.