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 Austria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.