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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.