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 Morocco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.