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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
Au Pairs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.