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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Visage,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
World's Most,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scion,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.