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 Yemen and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
John Lydon,
Mars,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.