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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.