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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jandek 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
X-102,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.