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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Nas,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.