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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.