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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Skriet,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.