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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Radio Birdman to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mars,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.