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 Russia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.