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 Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.