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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.