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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 In Retrospect to the punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Country Teasers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.