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 Brazil and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
Section 25,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sonics,
Adolescents,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Faust,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.