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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.