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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Von Mondo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Raincoats,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Index,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Rapeman,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.