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 China and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.