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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.