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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Glenn Branca,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.