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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Rekid,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.