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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Absolute Body Control 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Half Japanese,
Crooked Eye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
UT,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.