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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Thee Headcoats 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Little Man,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.