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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the rock 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Terry Callier,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Japan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.