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 Macedonia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.