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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
The Star Department,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Harry Pussy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.