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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the rock 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.