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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
EPMD,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.