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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Man Eating Sloth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
CMW,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.