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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Outsiders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Yaz,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.