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 Malta and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
JFA,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.