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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Nas to the dance 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.