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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Yaz to the rock 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Outsiders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Gichy Dan,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.