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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Procol Harum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
UT,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Visage,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.