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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.