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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spandau Ballet,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.