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 Belize and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Faust,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.