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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Niagra 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.