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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
New Order,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Minutemen,
Average White Band,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Can,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.