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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxette,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monks,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.