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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
PIL,
Massinfluence,
Ten City,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.