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 Azerbaijan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.