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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Fela Kuti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.