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 Armenia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Todd Terry,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
The Fall,
The Pretty Things,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.