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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Marc Almond,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.