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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
JFA,
Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.