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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
Symarip,
New Order,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.