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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Litter,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.