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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Quantec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.