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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 rhodes 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai 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?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.