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 Montenegro and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fortunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
The Fuzztones,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Lindisfarne,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.