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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the crunk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Ultravox,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brick,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.