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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.