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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.