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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Slackers,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.