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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blancmange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.