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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.