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 Syria and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camberwell Now,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.