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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.