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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
KRS-One,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.