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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
UT,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Funky Four + One,
Scan 7,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.