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 Malta and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
The Techniques,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.