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 Zambia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
UT,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.