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 Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.