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 Bhutan and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
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.