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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.