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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Japan to the rap 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Cymande,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.