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 Estonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
Ossler,
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.