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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
the Human League,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.