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 Hungary and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yaz to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.