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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Oblivians 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Skaos,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Harmonia,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.