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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Saints,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Technova,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bauhaus,
Ludus,
Aloha Tigers,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
The Litter,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.