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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Index,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.