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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.