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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Deadbeat,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Severed Heads,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.