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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minor Threat,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Index,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.