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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Sparks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.