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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.