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 Greece and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Cameo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.