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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Bootsy Collins,
Charles Mingus,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Warsaw,
Dawn Penn,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Scratch Acid,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.