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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.