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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Main Source,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.