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 India and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Standells,
Little Man,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
Index,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Brick,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.