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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Alison Limerick,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.