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 Italy and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thompson Twins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Skriet,
Shuggie Otis,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.