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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Can,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.