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 Antigua and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Pole,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moody Blues,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantaleimon,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.