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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.