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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Parry Music,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.