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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Scion,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.