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 Chad and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Sixth Finger to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
The Names,
Wire,
Neu!,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.