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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Symarip,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.