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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.