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 Venezuela and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Index,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.