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 Cuba and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
The Slits,
Index,
Kayak,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Marine Girls,
K-Klass,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.