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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Last Poets,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Essential Logic,
Smog,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.