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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Adolescents,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.