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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.