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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bologna and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Count Five,
Magazine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.