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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Inner City,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.