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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
the Normal,
Pole,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.