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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
June Days,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.