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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visage,
Can,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.