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 Burkina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.