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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Blossom Toes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alphaville,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.