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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Joy Division,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.