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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
David McCallum,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.