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 Portugal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.