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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Black Flag to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.