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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Wells,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.