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 Morocco and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Unwound,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.