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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.