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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalann,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
The Human League,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.