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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pagans to the techno 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Black Pus,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Joy Division,
MDC,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.