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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jandek,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Sixth Finger,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.