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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Gong,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Lalann,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.