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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Groovy Waters,
Audionom,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Stereo Dub,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.