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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
ABC,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Visage,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.