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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Oneida,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.