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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.