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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Urselle,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Pop Group,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.