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 Qatar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.