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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Fugazi to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Brick,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.