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 Palau and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Brick,
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.