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 Eritrea and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
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 clarinet 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.