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 Denmark and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nico,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.