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 Italy and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.