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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
D'Angelo,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.