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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slave,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Blake Baxter,
Black Moon,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.