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 Canada and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Slick Rick,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.