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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Mars,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Nico,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.