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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Unwound,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
The Five Americans,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
The New Christs,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Magazine,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.