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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.