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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.