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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flash Fearless,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Cameo,
Lindisfarne,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.