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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Can,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Index,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.