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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Count Five,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.