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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Wyatt,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ludus,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
La Düsseldorf,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.