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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Darondo,
JFA,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Scion,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.