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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
The Searchers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.