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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Index,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.