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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.