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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the electroclash 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.