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 Armenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül II,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
10cc,
Pagans,
Faust,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Visage,
Cymande,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.