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 Monaco and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Minnie Riperton to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
ABC,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.