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 Sierra Leone and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.