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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
The Tremeloes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.