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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.