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 Senegal and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.