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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.