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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Black Flag to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ponytail,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
June of 44,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Reagan Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.