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 Panama and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ituana,
Gong,
The Residents,
Television,
AZ,
Model 500,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.