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 Hungary and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Symarip,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.