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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
the Normal,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.