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 Taiwan and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.