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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Faraquet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
the Association,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Leonard Cohen,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.