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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faust,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Funky Four + One,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.