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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Cameo,
MDC,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.