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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Blossom Toes,
Godley & Creme,
Hot Snakes,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.