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 Estonia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Nas,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.