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 Belize 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
The Doors,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.