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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.