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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.