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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Joey Negro,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.