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 Australia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.