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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Minnie Riperton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.