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 Nicaragua and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the punk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Yaz,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Byrd,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.