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 Oman and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the jazz 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Pantytec,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Dirtbombs,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.