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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.