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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Hood 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Scratch Acid,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.