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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.