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 Morocco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monks,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.