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 Portugal and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.