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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.