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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Moby Grape,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.