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 Libya and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Das Ding to the grime 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Pole,
Kayak,
Nico,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Make Up,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.