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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 rhodes 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 UT to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day 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?
Erasure,
Motorama,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Can,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.