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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
X-101,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Babytalk,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Mars,
UT,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Ponytail,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.