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 Madagascar and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.