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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fall to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Youth Brigade,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.