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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Pulsallama to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
John Lydon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.