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 Armenia and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.