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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Slave,
The Star Department,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Saints,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.