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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.