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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ossler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brick,
The Human League,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Davy DMX,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.