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 Benin and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Todd Terry,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Q65,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.