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 Switzerland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Scion,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
Con Funk Shun,
the Sonics,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.