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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 theremin 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 Zeros to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.