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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Pole to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.