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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
June of 44,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Connie Case,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Organ,
John Holt,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.