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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.