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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
The Motions,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.