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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Ronan,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
JFA,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.