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 San Marino and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.