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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Scientists,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.