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 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smiths,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.