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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul II Soul,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Associates,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.