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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.