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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
the Human League,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.