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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.