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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monolake,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quantec,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.