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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Quantec,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
the Human League,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.