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 Turkey and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.