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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.