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 Spain and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Q65,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.