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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Ohio Players,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Man Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Flipper,
The Remains,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.