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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the dance 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Green,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.