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 Peru and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slick Rick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.