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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sixth Finger,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.