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 Colombia 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.