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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
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 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Black Pus,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
X-101,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.