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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.