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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Erasure,
MC5,
June of 44,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
cv313,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Ituana,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.