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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.