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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arcadia,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.