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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Joy Division,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.