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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.