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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Mills,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Neon Judgement,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.