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 Malawi and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the crunk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Monks,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.