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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Television,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Moebius,
Q65,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Roxy Music,
The Victims,
The Wake,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
X-102,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.