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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Nas,
Jandek,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.