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 Ethiopia and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Teasers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Zapp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Can,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sound Behaviour,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.