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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Parry Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
The Cure,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.