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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
The Toasters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
The Fugs,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.