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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
The Remains,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.