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 Senegal and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.