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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Can to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.