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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Fugazi to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Darondo,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Move,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.