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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Brand Nubian,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Can,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.