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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.