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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Raincoats to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
Swans,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.