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 Greece and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
The Barracudas,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Maurizio,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.