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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Section 25 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Echospace,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.