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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Lucky Dragons,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.