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 Latvia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
UT,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.