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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Reagan Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.