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 Benin and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Deakin,
Smog,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
The Index,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Carl Craig,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.