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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the techno 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.