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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Technova,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.