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 Saudi Arabia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.