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 Maldives 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Brand Nubian to the grime 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Wire,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.