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 India and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Slits,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.