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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.