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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
UT,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The Index,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.