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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.