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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fela Kuti to the disco 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.