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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
James White and The Blacks,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.