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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 The Moody Blues to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
Can,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
ABC,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.