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 United Kingdom and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 Eurythmics 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Visage,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Rekid,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.