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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.