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 United States and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the disco 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Jawbox,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.