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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.