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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Sugar Minott,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Sällskapet,
The Durutti Column,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.