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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.