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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.