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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Ossler,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.