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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.