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 Korea South and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Organ,
Quantec,
MDC,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Slick Rick,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Sugar Minott,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.