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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed,
Pere Ubu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
Yusef Lateef,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Sound Behaviour,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.