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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.