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 South Africa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the electroclash 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.