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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Monolake,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.