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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Black Pus to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Harmonia,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.