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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Chris & Cosey,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.