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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The Move,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.