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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Todd Terry,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
MC5,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.