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 Georgia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Wings,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.