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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
DNA,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Barbara Tucker,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skriet,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.