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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Golliwogs 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
Franke,
MDC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.