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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.