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 Tanzania and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the funk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Chrome,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.