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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
June Days,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
New Order,
Kas Product,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The Fortunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.