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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.