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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Kaleidoscope 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.