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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABBA,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.