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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.