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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the dance 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Star Department,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.