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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.