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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Inner City,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.