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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
CMW,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Das Ding,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
The Cramps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.