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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators to the punk 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
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Gil Scott Heron,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.