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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.