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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Aural Exciters,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.