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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.