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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.