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 Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.