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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Depeche Mode 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.