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 Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.