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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Y Pants,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gladiators,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.