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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.