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 Malawi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.