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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Stooges,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Slick Rick,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.