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 Namibia and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Cal Tjader,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.