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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.