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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Black Pus,
Roxy Music,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.