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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light 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?
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.