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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.