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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Happenings 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Holt,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
Dark Day,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.