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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dirtbombs to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.