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 Mali and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.