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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rock 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Fear,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.