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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
The Smiths,
Bronski Beat,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Scion,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
the Association,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.