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 Congo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Accadde A,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.