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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Symarip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.