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 Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Faust,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
The Real Kids,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.