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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Aaron Thompson,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.