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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.