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 Norway and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Brick,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
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Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC,
Faust,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.