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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric Copeland to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.