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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Ludus,
the Association,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Gap Band,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Kayak,
Little Man,
June Days,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Beau Brummels,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
The Blackbyrds,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.