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 Uganda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.