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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Minny Pops,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.