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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Von Mondo,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.