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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Yaz,
Angry Samoans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Josef K,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.