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 Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.