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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Alison Limerick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.