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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.