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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
the Association,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Lungfish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Tim Buckley,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.