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 France and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.