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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Roxette,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.