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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Tropical Tobacco to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Laurel Aitken,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.