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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Slits,
X-101,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris Corsano,
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.