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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Altered Images to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
cv313,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Connie Case,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.