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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Minny Pops to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Nico,
Trumans Water,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Stereo Dub,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Liliput,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Index,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.