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 Luxembourg and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Skarface,
CMW,
Smog,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Nick Fraelich,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.