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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
PIL,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
Index,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.