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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Darondo,
Dawn Penn,
Neu!,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
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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.