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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Minnie Riperton,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Monks,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
The Black Dice,
Model 500,
UT,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.