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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the techno 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
UT,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Monks,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.