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 Gabon 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Standells to the grime 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.