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 Croatia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Fall to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Urselle,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
MDC,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.