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 Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.