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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
The Last Poets,
Quadrant,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
Kaleidoscope,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shoche,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.