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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Jacques Brel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.