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 Morocco and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Alphaville to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.