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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Martian to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Slick Rick,
Au Pairs,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.