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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Television,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Skriet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.