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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Quantec,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
The Trojans,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.