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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oblivians,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Magma,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.