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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
The Kinks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.