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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.