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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Moleskins,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.