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 Taiwan and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Scientists,
Little Man,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.