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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Nils Olav,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
The Raincoats,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.