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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Pole,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
CMW,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.