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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
DNA,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
The Slits,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.