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 Botswana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Camouflage to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Barrington Levy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Zapp,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.