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 Azerbaijan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.