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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.