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 Benin and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Warren Ellis,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.