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 Egypt and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warsaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Urselle,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aural Exciters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.