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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sex Pistols,
Dual Sessions,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Subhumans,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.