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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.