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 El Salvador and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.