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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.