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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.