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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Star Department,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
X-101,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crooked Eye,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.