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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Echospace,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
the Association,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.