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 Tuvalu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.