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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Susan Cadogan,
The Standells,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
cv313,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.