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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Kinks,
Swans,
The Cowsills,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.