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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
K-Klass,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.