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 Mauritius and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 The Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
DNA,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Cheater Slicks,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.