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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Fluxion,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Nico,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The Angels of Light,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.