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 Papua New Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.