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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Mars,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
PIL,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.