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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Charles Mingus,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Monks,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
MC5,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Bronski Beat,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.