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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.