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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.