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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Wire to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Wally Richardson,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.