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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.