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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.