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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Kayak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Bill Near,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Hood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.