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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Blake Baxter,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.