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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Kaleidoscope,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Wings,
Crime,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.