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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths 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?
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Minny Pops,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Excepter,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.