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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.