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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.