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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.