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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.