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 Palau and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 The Seeds to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
AZ,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.