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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
DNA,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.