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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.