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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Pole,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Television,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.