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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Wings,
the Association,
Ludus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.