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 China and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Davy DMX,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.