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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Inner City to the jazz 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.