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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quantec,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.