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 Papua New Guinea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
X-102,
the Normal,
Scientists,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.