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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.