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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
The United States of America,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Nick Fraelich,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Agent Orange,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.