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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Pole,
Tubeway Army,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Sparks,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
June Days,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.