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 Belarus and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Cramps,
Pole,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.