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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Nico to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
10cc,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.