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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.