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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Skriet,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Magma,
Lower 48,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.