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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.