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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Robert Wyatt,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Q65,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
The Pop Group,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.