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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Can,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.