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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slackers,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
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.