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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.