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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
kango's stein massive,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.