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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Prince Buster,
Tommy Roe,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.