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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
The Gladiators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.