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 Libya 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Invisible to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
Oneida,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.