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 Canada and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Japan,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.