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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Inner City,
Niagra,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.