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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
The Move,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.