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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Model 500,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.